Poem things, Rants and Thoughts, Unfinished songs

The Songbird Sings


As the songbird sings,
Her notes so high,
It feels like I could fly,
While the seconds pass by.

As the songbird sings,
Her tune will last,
With a visual cast,
Diminishing moments past.

As the songbird sings,
Her melodies are found,
Through the sweet subtle sound,
Of the songbirds bounds.

As the songbird sings,
Her songs express so free,
That relaxation caresses me,
As the songbirds sings,
So happily from her tree.


NV. – written on July 9th, 2018 started @ 1:47 p.m. finished @ 2:32 p.m.

A bird singing its song was a bit overwhelming, so I distracted myself with a bit of poetry, hope you enjoy. feel free to leave a like, comment or even follow the blog if you happen to wnjoy this. be sure to scroll down and check out some other words I’ve put together. Thanks 🙂 -SF.

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